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several hours of sleep fighting a problem in a dream
What seemed like hours of angst was probably your brain spending minutes to recall hours of wrestling with problems during the previous weeks. So it probably wasn't such a waste of time after all.
I'm back in University and I'm late for an exam and I don't know what room it's in
and I thought I dropped the course but I didn't and haven't studied anything in it all semester.
Quote from: cheryl j on 03/01/2014 02:49:19I'm back in University and I'm late for an exam and I don't know what room it's in Yep, regularly recurring nightmareQuote and I thought I dropped the course but I didn't and haven't studied anything in it all semester.Yes, but alas it wasn't a dream!
But I am somewhat comforted by Coopers idea that the part of the brain responsible for recognizing that something doesn't make sense is probably not functioning.
I've been trying to achieve lucid dreaming for years... Has anyone experienced it?
... So, as we are, or the self is, a function of the brain, in essence we are 'thought'. And for us to exist through time it is vital there is continuity of that 'thought'. Therefore, even while we sleep this transcendental function, 'thought' must continue. I believe this to be dreaming. For if this 'thought' were to stop, the self would cease to exist in time or space.
I rarely have nightmares but several years ago, I had what some might say was a premonition during a dream. I dreamt I was seated on an airplane and turned to see my youngest brother in great distress. He was lying on his back in the center isle and vomiting. The following day, the memory of this dream stayed with me, I just couldn't shake it.Several days passed without any improvement in my concern, so I telephoned my mother just to say hi and ask how everyone was doing. Mind you, I did not mention the concern I had been dealing with to her about my brother. During our conversation, she said; "Did anyone here tell you about what happened to Dennis?" I answered; "No, I haven't heard anything from anyone lately."My mother told me that Dennis, my younger brother, had been to Mexico and had contracted food poisoning while there. On the plane back, he had a violent reaction to this poisoning and when they landed, was taken directly to the hospital. He almost died.To clarify a few points. I had no previous information that he was planning a trip to Mexico and had told nobody about my dream. Coincidence......? Maybe, I suppose the answer is beyond our current technological knowledge.BTW, My mother and youngest brother live in a different state than I do, separated by over 800 miles.